When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1020 - 363 Respect for Beyard

Chapter 1020 -363 Respect for Beyard

The ritual was proceeding smoothly.

Observing the ritual rooms on both sides akin to elevators, looping up and down like see-saws, wisps of grey essence were slowly drawn out and embedded like felt into the semi-transparent body of King Helkin of the Wild Hunt… Aleister realized that he had indeed found the right person.

Such a nonchalant handling of the Celestial Marshal’s remnant soul…

Although it was not a full descending soul, but rather a soul remnant after death, it was still astonishing.

Matthias Grunewald was intently watching over both their souls—he wasn’t holding a magic wand, instead, he directly raised his hands.

A dull yellow glow spread through the bones of his hands; the parts of the soul that were drawn out were perfectly reattached by him. One wouldn’t even notice the loss of essence from this part.

Looking at King Helkin of the Wild Hunt being infused bit by bit with the remnant soul of the Grey Celestial Marshal, Aleister fell into deep thought.

Being infused with the Celestial Marshal shard in this manner… could it be considered as being implanted with a Shard of Celestial Marshal?

Aleister remembered that the Great Sin Beast could evolve again by merging with a Celestial Marshal Shard of the same attribute.

The Grey Celestial Marshal is a spider, smoke, illusion, a lie—Its attributes are wind and water, symbolizing the fickleness of flowing things. And now, King Helkin of the Wild Hunt, is precisely a wind-attributed Great Sin Beast!

If the Grey Celestial Marshal can fully reincarnate through this means, it means His Celestial Marshal Shard was not left behind in the Dream Realm. Previously, when Aiwass communicated with the Pillar God, he also learned that the Grey Celestial Marshal had not completely died… That means, His power actually exists scattered among these “pillar people”.

… But Aleister closed his eyes to feel, yet the state of the Wild Hunt King remained rather stable. There was no sign indicating any tendency to evolve.

While the power is indeed there, it cannot be accessed…

—It seems to be because the Grey Celestial Marshal is not yet completely dead.

Maybe when the resurrected Grey Celestial Marshal is completely eliminated, the remnant soul left inside Helkin might turn into a seed of power.

Watching the roaring machine operate extremely stably, like a pendulum hypnotizing. Soon, Aleister started to feel sleepy.

It was at this moment that Old Adolf suddenly sensed something.

“The Red Chancellor is here?”

Aleister asked.

“Yes… Shall we go down together?”

Vice-Chancellor Adolf asked with concern.

“No need,” Aleister shook his head, “I’ll go meet him myself.”

If Adolf joined, it might potentially give them away.

—Yes, Aleister planned to impersonate Baroness Beyard to meet Franz Penbonazzi.

Although King Helkin of the Wild Hunt was occupied, preventing Aleister from posing questions as Beyard on site. Yet, Aiwass has been in touch with Shadow Demon not just for a day or two… and Penbonazzi and Beyard’s relationship wasn’t that close either.

Everyone is somewhat knowledgeable, so why would you say I’m fake?

At least this face is real!

It was personally granted by the Gemini Mirror, an undiscoverable mask!

Thus, Aleister went alone towards the elevator, heading to the third floor of the Spirit Summoning Tower.

While the elevator slowly descended, Aleister covered his face with his hand, reminiscing about the Beyard he had seen during the promotion ceremony, taking two deep breaths.

Once she took her hand away, her gaze had grown colder. Almost identical to the Beyard from the promotion ceremony.

But this wouldn’t quite do… So many years had passed, Beyard must have changed.

So, Aleister once again rubbed her face, softening her gaze and the corners of her mouth a bit.

When she arrived at the reception room door, she nonchalantly knocked and without waiting for a response from inside, she opened the door and walked in.

Inside, Franz Penbonazzi wasn’t as Aleister had imagined, engaged in some lively party… at least he was properly dressed, appearing dignified and formal.

—This was indeed the first time Aleister saw Franz Penbonazzi.

He had a rather handsome face, somewhat resembling Aiwass to a degree of about thirty to forty percent. However, compared to Aiwass’s slightly rounder cheeks and gentle demeanor, Penbonazzi’s face was relatively more elongated. If it weren’t for his golden hair brushed to shoulder length, making his head appear somewhat larger, his face would have looked even longer.

Such a hairstyle, from a side glance, made Franz Penbonazzi appear like a distinguished lady.

His garments, a black and red noble suit with a raised collar, reminded one of the vampire literature popular in Avalon. Indeed, the clothing of the “vampires” originates from the Empire’s nobility dress codes, a testament to their self-proclaimed legitimacy.

They indeed possessed the “legitimacy” credentials—considering many among them were literally nobility from the Imperial Era.

Not descendants of nobility, not legal heirs of nobility… but the nobility “themselves”.

Is there anyone more legitimate than the person themselves?

“Long time no see, Franz Penbonazzi.”

“Baroness Beyard” began, “I heard you were looking for me.”

Her voice was hoarse and magnetic, always methodical, and due to politeness, seemed distant.

As Franz Penbonazzi was savoring the wine with his eyes closed, he slightly opened his eyes and turned his head upon hearing this. His deep red pupils were redder than the wine in his hand.

When he saw Baroness Beyard, a noticeable nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

Her nearly 1.8-meter height was quite distinctive… Despite being so tall, she was still wearing high heels making her half a head taller than Pengbonazi.

She wasn’t wearing the sharp metal half-frame glasses like she used to. Without the glasses, her emerald-green eyes exuded an even more demonic charm. Her gaze was still as cold and arrogant as before, full of danger and aggression, like a mother wolf.

“Baroness Beyard… it really has been a long time.”

Pengbonazi slowly stood up from the chair, smiled as he walked over to Beyard for a brief handshake, and then let go.

This unusually polite manner surprised Aleister.

“Beyard” raised an eyebrow, half in surprise and half in sarcasm: “So polite, Pengbonazi? I thought you considered me your lover.”

“…Did that fool Feyn tell you this?”

Pengbonazi’s face darkened, immediately guessing the source of the news from Beyard’s mouth: “Hmph… I have reminded them many times. Don’t cause me trouble outside, I thought he was a smart man.”

As he spoke, his fingers tightened slightly, yet he did not crush the fragile amber wine glass.

“Dear Count Leipzig, because of his offensive words, has now been frozen into an ice sculpture. Are you going to take him back to thaw him? After all, he is not yet dead… With your abilities, you should be able to thaw him easily,” Beyard scoffed.

“I don’t want to see him now. Just leave him here… I could give it to you if you like. It could also be considered a piece of art, I named this ice sculpture ‘The Fool’s Wild Words’.”

Pengbonazi said harshly, placing the wine glass on the table. He produced a wine glass of amber color from the table… and poured the vivid red wine from his own bottle into it.

This First Red Prime Minister was not in a hurry to talk, but pushed the wine glass in front of Beyard.

“Beyard” picked up the wine glass and sipped it.

Upon tasting, the familiar slick sensation made her original green pupils instantly tinted a fresh red. Like blood surfacing in a green lake, it dyed her pupils bright red.

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“…Crescent Moon Manor’s pre-meal drink?”

“Beyard” tasted the wine, frowning intensely.

This was the “Son of the Moon’s pre-meal drink” she had seen in her promotion ceremony. They were not strictly alcohol but rather blood with a high alcohol concentration… After being treated, they were provided in large quantities as a pre-dinner stimulant at banquets.

In the era of Crescent Moon Manor’s existence, this drink was very cheap, just like the beverages or ice creams provided in a buffet restaurant.

But now…

She picked up the wine bottle, but found no label on it.

“This drink… must be older than Star Antimony, isn’t it.”

“Beyard” frowned slightly in disgust.

“It’s also well-preserved in flavor, isn’t it?” Pengbonazi smiled.

“It still has a scent of decay.”

“Beyard” spoke bluntly: “Or should I say, quite strong. This kind of blood, even a Bloodhound Beast might not drink it.”

She, now also a Son of the Moon, could taste the unpleasant putrid flavor in it.

Speaking of which, the blood in this wine tasted like that of an old man’s…

“That means the principal didn’t preserve it well for me.”

Pengbonazi smiled: “This is the wine I smuggled out from Crescent Moon Manor, asking the principal to keep it for me. I was planning to drink it someday as a souvenir. There’s only one bottle, and I took it out today to meet an old friend.

“But now it seems… what’s gone should be let go.”

As he said this, Pengbonazi reached for the wine bottle.

A thin layer of blood mist emerged from his hand, instantly corroding the old wine into nothingness as if it had never existed.

Like performing magic, he flipped his wrist and produced a bottle exuding a whitish vapor called Holy Tree No.1.

“Since it’s gone bad, don’t drink it. Try this… This is wine brewed from the blood of an Angel Envoy. It’s truly a good thing.”

“This is indeed good wine…”

“Beyard” watched Pengbonazi pouring the wine, with her left hand resting on her chin.

—This was Pengbonazi’s test.

Aleister realized what was happening.

Only now did Pengbonazi confirm that she was indeed Beyard…

So she felt more assured, even infusing a bit of aggression in her tone: “However, when have we been ‘old friends’, Pengbonazi? Did I know you before?”

“You certainly don’t recognize me, but I recognize you… Let me introduce myself, my name is Franz Pengbonazi.”

The First Red Prime Minister raised the glass exuding white frost, as clear and crystalline as a ruby.

“— A toast to the great Baroness Beyard.”